My Red Pen

My voice speaks through my pen.

Fire, protest, melody, peace, sensuality

ooze smooth like the red gel to my paper

then to your eyes and into your psyche

conjuring a mood

speaking a truth

touching a hurt

healing a wound

birthing a song, a poem, a sermon

bringing life

bringing clarity

opening your mind to possibilities.


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